School is generally unpleasant. I became extremely and irrationally irritated this morning because Mr. White was standing so I couldn't see the problem on the board. Just, stupid things like that have been setting me off. It's stupid. I was furious this morning because my mom took Adam to school before me and I was a minute late. Lame. Today during study hall, we went down to the band room, and everybody wanted to watch last week's halftime show, and I got all persnickety and upset and walked away. And I was in a bad mood for about an hour afterward because of that. I didn't yell at people or anything, I just left. I'm really dumb sometimes. Anyway, I yelled at Katie today during band because she did exactly what Ms O said not to do and went to visit her friends in the clarinet section, and I'm definately not going to have Ms O hate me again. I'm a bit of a psychological basket case. I wonder what Clara's doing. Probably sleeping. But still, other countries are cool. And going to them must be even cooler. We went on a bike ride last night. Me, Katya, Ben, Sarah, and Steve. Sarah and Steve had to leave when it got dark, but we kept riding. It was really fun. With the talking. And the riding. And the parking lots. Then we went to Ben's because for SOME reason he thinks I can fix computers. I mean, just because I SAY I can do something... anyway, it didn't really work very well, but I'm going to blame his computer. It was entirely Ben's computer's fault. I filled out my application for Square 1 Art today. And then what did I do? I left it in my locker. Very nice. It's doing me a lot of good there. I don't think I can handle having third lunch anymore. And it's no longer for social reasons at all. It's because I start to shake and crap when I don't eat. But if I go to guidance and say "Ms Mee, I have hypoglycemia", she's going to say "I'm sure you do" and send me back to class. I don't think I want to bring crackers and rice krispy treats into select every day so I don't pass out. It's a little unreasonable. Well, it probably is reasonable to someone who's not me, but I am me, and it's unreasonable.